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The punch was so powerful and unexpected that it sent Eric right to the floor. “I told you to stay away from her!” fumed Damian as he towered above him. Despite the sting of the blow that had him seeing stars in broad daylight, Eric tried to make it back on his feet supporting his broken arm on a chair behind while his other hand pushed against the bare-floor. But Damian was not finished with him, he grabbed Eric by his shirt and was about delving another blow to the already bleeding face when a hand caught his clenched fist halfway in the air. Gnashing his teeth, Damian tilted to see who dared stop his hand only for his gaze to fall upon his father. Damian weakened. King Nixon’s gaze traveled from Damian to his other son on the floor, over to Anna who on sighting him quickly covered he